Chapter 355: King, arrive.
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In the meantime, the story came together because there is no use going any further in depth when it comes to the brave liner Excelisa.
"I don't care, either. It would be reasonable to assume that Sieg Becker was too much of a chase to get hit, especially than we don't know each other. As a precaution during this stay of the Deane squad, turn the handrail black arm around. That said, I guess I won't be able to stay that long."
"I will withdraw the package as soon as I receive it"
"Okay. Let us gather supplies for this mansion as soon as possible."
Sir Buster nodded and left.
"Becker, you and Kingfisher both mean polka as soon as you've picked up your stuff... okay?
Secret Service Chief Becker is magically asleep, so it's a confirmation against General Kingfisher.
And General Kingfisher didn't seem to be very familiar with the trot.
"What's a polka?"
"I... and Ko... Ro."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
"That wouldn't be a laughable situation. Mr. Kingfisher, are you really going to rest six months until your wings heal? I'm ordering you to return to your country.
"Kuh!? Oh, he's in trouble!
General Kingfisher panicked. Well, if I think about it normally, I think it's an injury that will be intensively treated with Celesta if it's enough to allow me to relax and cure it until it's healed in a foreign country.
Masterknight is in a position to be treated like that.
"If you just get hurt there, you'll be healed in a week or so."
"Again, no. The most fallen wings are supposed to heal in a week, Itete."
"I think so, don't I? But Andy there is also reverting to the fact that you cut off your foot last fall feeling almost completely incurable. You know, Becker, you and your initial response worked, and I think it's usually going to heal quickly."
"... it stinks."
A long time, General. Well, you usually think so, don't you? I probably wouldn't believe it if I wasn't a native, too.
"Ho. Then you can just take Becker. I don't know if I need to go out with this bald bird."
Lyla keeps a light eye out. but Mr. Hilda put his finger up and signed "shut up".
It would be about Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane who can be strong in this way on Lyla.
"Deane, you can bring him in and convince him, though. It's not an easy cure to cheat. But even you're old, so you wouldn't be able to retire for that long, would you, short-lived species?
... That's over forty, isn't it, General Bird?
Anyway, as a commander, as a combatant, I'm generally not old enough to retire anymore.
If you're a short-lived species, it's time for a rattle at once. If I was on long-term care, the dullness would overlap with decay and I couldn't take it back.
Are you worried about that?
"Kuh...... I don't really want to talk about my age, Mon."
"You don't want to, which means you understand it's a serious story."
"... of course."
reluctantly, General Kingfisher nods.
"Ho. I'll take care of Hilda."
Lyla shrugs her shoulders.
Mr. Hilda sighs.
"The doctor shouldn't pull in a wheelchair because he's other human resources. At least not while I haven't been told how risky it is not to take a hand.... If you live long enough, you'll accumulate regrets like that."
"It's an old man's story."
"Ugh.... Lar Ehler? Don't stick around too much."
"Ho ho ho"
Lyla then fled.
Tess looks a little dazzled at Mr. Hilda like that.
"... you're really sweet, aren't you, Dr. Hilda?"
"Sort of."
"Maybe that guy sees a lot more spicy and disgusting than I or your husband can imagine. Even when you're acting bright, there's no way that those smart people can ignore their failures, their frustrations, and the negative side of people... they can't forget. And I think it's amazing how much I love people's lives and their lives and take them seriously."
"... oh"
If you ask me, yes.
A doctor must continue to deal with stupid and unscrupulous patients at times.
Much more pronounced than Special Agent Becker's hundred earlier, some patients will feel confused about their deaths.
Add to that what you should have done to your patients sometimes, what you wanted or couldn't do, and what you thought was good or rejected like General Kingfisher right now. Build up a lot of regret and starvation.
Even human doctors who keep doing that for decades are amazing, but Mr. Hilda is hundreds of years old.
Bright enough on top of that, I can think and talk about the patient.
He's a runaway man, but I don't doubt his kindness.
As with "Deane, the god of war," maybe he's the one to be called the unsung great man.
It's still early in the morning, and your merchants are not in motion.
It would be a common sense measure if I told them to collect it early but by noon.
I decided to go out on my last shopping trip before I left, with Tess and Maia.
"If you carry supplies to the fort, it's polka as it is, right?
"I guess so. Find a souvenir for once. Maybe the cats and non-combatant elves won't come this way, so even a little trinket would be rare and interesting"
"I, Master Andy, would rather have something made..."
Souvenirs are a different kind of courtesy.
The three of us look around the morning market.
Inside, I was freaking out if Reiner Excelisa was going to show up from somewhere, but all he's done so far is make contact with Naia and intercept Special Agent Becker 100.
I've never been aggressively after this one, and so far, I don't have a reason to be after me in the first place.
I have to say I don't really care.
I can only understand a little how people feel when they become unusually alert to Dragon Palace after the Fire Dragon War. You're scared, saying you have someone who's super strong but doesn't know how to behave.
... By the end of that shopping, there are signs of me approaching from behind, and suddenly Tess and Maia are on alert.
"Who!?
"Dear Andy, step back"
Sisters admiring their older, separated brothers, from a soothing atmosphere like that, the two of them put out their swords and tulars each in an instant, leaving only the hemp bag in their hands on the spot.
And you were ahead of that gaze.
"Ho ho ho. This is a lovely caution stick. But what have you done, young man?"
I looked back late and was surprised.
Good old man.
... No, there was the most elusive old man I've ever known who just seemed that way.
"... the king"
"Ex, bye. Either way, you can imitate Arthur and call him 'Mr. Ji', ho ho ho ho."
Ulysses Ernest.
An old man, who still continues to support the Kingdom of Trot only with its presence, stood in the corner of the market with a few swordsaints.
"Hey, why..."
"I don't know if I'm going to stop by a lot of trots. My first grandson was born before this. Renfangas sent me a big celebration, so I need the king to go and pay his own respects. But when he walks in and out of Renfangas, Celesta doesn't look familiar. See, instead, this old bone is the first trip out of the country in decades."
The beautiful armored sword saints who solidify themselves laugh couscous at the words of their old predecessors.
When I thought there was one bitter-faced man, I was a Grants Hundred.
"That's what I'd like you to do without me. College lectures are now nearly half-term off."
"I'll let you serve as a replacement for me, cow."
"Even the dean is not preferable to leave my lectures to others. In the first place, a view of history is something that educators should talk about responsibly and consistently, and it is also important for students to have their own perspective…"
"I can't help but lecture you. But I don't know why, because Kensei has a lot of idiots who throw round at others to think. I really need someone who can think for himself like that."
"My lord, please don't let our weaknesses fall apart in front of too many civilians."
"Don't be a man who can't argue with being called an idiot like Lord Gold, Randall. Because Dr. Grants is following me."
"Ha ha... or you don't argue with anyone but Lord Gold..."
"I don't want to be put up with Dr. Grants."
There is a soothing laugh, but this group of 10 or so is more than just one lined fort.
Or maybe I can stand up to Lyla and Mr. Deane face to face without changing their complexion.
"Well, now, that pretty queen is welcoming me, too. I'm going to let you stretch your wings just a little bit... but let's keep that in mind. Is something wrong? I don't care if my hands go around behind my back."
A forefather who looks me in the eye with a little seriousness.
I'll meet Tess in the face. Maia won't be able to give a helpful opinion in this kind of phase.
… whether we should tell them about the liner.
Think about it.
Make eye contact with Tess and snort.
"Karlwyn's" The Brave "… The second one, apparently secretly boarding Rennest, has a story to tell."
"Wow. I thought you were sneaking in. How to read, Grants"
"It's not even a title you can call yourself. The source must be the first. So if you're on guard, let's just say Carlwin isn't a single rock."
... What, how come all the smart people read so much in an instant?
"Sealed kingdom of wonder, signs of internal division… it's like an adventure novel, Grants"
"It's not a rare story, though. How do you feel?"
"I don't care, I'm a payback envoy and I'm a tourist. But Arthur would have loved such a vulgar story."
"Forgive me. My stomach won't hold, such as taking my predecessor on a journey to Kensei"
"Ho, ho, ho."
The Predecessor laughs delightfully, and the Grants Hundred holds his stomach from the top of his armor in a heartfelt manner.
We had no choice but to be confused as soon as we could.
(cont 'd)
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In the meantime, the story came together because there is no use going any further in depth when it comes to the brave liner Excelisa.
"I don't care, either. It would be reasonable to assume that Sieg Becker was too much of a chase to get hit, especially than we don't know each other. As a precaution during this stay of the Deane squad, turn the handrail black arm around. That said, I guess I won't be able to stay that long."
"I will withdraw the package as soon as I receive it"
"Okay. Let us gather supplies for this mansion as soon as possible."
Sir Buster nodded and left.
"Becker, you and Kingfisher both mean polka as soon as you've picked up your stuff... okay?
Secret Service Chief Becker is magically asleep, so it's a confirmation against General Kingfisher.
And General Kingfisher didn't seem to be very familiar with the trot.
"What's a polka?"
"I... and Ko... Ro."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
"That wouldn't be a laughable situation. Mr. Kingfisher, are you really going to rest six months until your wings heal? I'm ordering you to return to your country.
"Kuh!? Oh, he's in trouble!
General Kingfisher panicked. Well, if I think about it normally, I think it's an injury that will be intensively treated with Celesta if it's enough to allow me to relax and cure it until it's healed in a foreign country.
Masterknight is in a position to be treated like that.
"If you just get hurt there, you'll be healed in a week or so."
"Again, no. The most fallen wings are supposed to heal in a week, Itete."
"I think so, don't I? But Andy there is also reverting to the fact that you cut off your foot last fall feeling almost completely incurable. You know, Becker, you and your initial response worked, and I think it's usually going to heal quickly."
"... it stinks."
A long time, General. Well, you usually think so, don't you? I probably wouldn't believe it if I wasn't a native, too.
"Ho. Then you can just take Becker. I don't know if I need to go out with this bald bird."
Lyla keeps a light eye out. but Mr. Hilda put his finger up and signed "shut up".
It would be about Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane who can be strong in this way on Lyla.
"Deane, you can bring him in and convince him, though. It's not an easy cure to cheat. But even you're old, so you wouldn't be able to retire for that long, would you, short-lived species?
... That's over forty, isn't it, General Bird?
Anyway, as a commander, as a combatant, I'm generally not old enough to retire anymore.
If you're a short-lived species, it's time for a rattle at once. If I was on long-term care, the dullness would overlap with decay and I couldn't take it back.
Are you worried about that?
"Kuh...... I don't really want to talk about my age, Mon."
"You don't want to, which means you understand it's a serious story."
"... of course."
reluctantly, General Kingfisher nods.
"Ho. I'll take care of Hilda."
Lyla shrugs her shoulders.
Mr. Hilda sighs.
"The doctor shouldn't pull in a wheelchair because he's other human resources. At least not while I haven't been told how risky it is not to take a hand.... If you live long enough, you'll accumulate regrets like that."
"It's an old man's story."
"Ugh.... Lar Ehler? Don't stick around too much."
"Ho ho ho"
Lyla then fled.
Tess looks a little dazzled at Mr. Hilda like that.
"... you're really sweet, aren't you, Dr. Hilda?"
"Sort of."
"Maybe that guy sees a lot more spicy and disgusting than I or your husband can imagine. Even when you're acting bright, there's no way that those smart people can ignore their failures, their frustrations, and the negative side of people... they can't forget. And I think it's amazing how much I love people's lives and their lives and take them seriously."
"... oh"
If you ask me, yes.
A doctor must continue to deal with stupid and unscrupulous patients at times.
Much more pronounced than Special Agent Becker's hundred earlier, some patients will feel confused about their deaths.
Add to that what you should have done to your patients sometimes, what you wanted or couldn't do, and what you thought was good or rejected like General Kingfisher right now. Build up a lot of regret and starvation.
Even human doctors who keep doing that for decades are amazing, but Mr. Hilda is hundreds of years old.
Bright enough on top of that, I can think and talk about the patient.
He's a runaway man, but I don't doubt his kindness.
As with "Deane, the god of war," maybe he's the one to be called the unsung great man.
It's still early in the morning, and your merchants are not in motion.
It would be a common sense measure if I told them to collect it early but by noon.
I decided to go out on my last shopping trip before I left, with Tess and Maia.
"If you carry supplies to the fort, it's polka as it is, right?
"I guess so. Find a souvenir for once. Maybe the cats and non-combatant elves won't come this way, so even a little trinket would be rare and interesting"
"I, Master Andy, would rather have something made..."
Souvenirs are a different kind of courtesy.
The three of us look around the morning market.
Inside, I was freaking out if Reiner Excelisa was going to show up from somewhere, but all he's done so far is make contact with Naia and intercept Special Agent Becker 100.
I've never been aggressively after this one, and so far, I don't have a reason to be after me in the first place.
I have to say I don't really care.
I can only understand a little how people feel when they become unusually alert to Dragon Palace after the Fire Dragon War. You're scared, saying you have someone who's super strong but doesn't know how to behave.
... By the end of that shopping, there are signs of me approaching from behind, and suddenly Tess and Maia are on alert.
"Who!?
"Dear Andy, step back"
Sisters admiring their older, separated brothers, from a soothing atmosphere like that, the two of them put out their swords and tulars each in an instant, leaving only the hemp bag in their hands on the spot.
And you were ahead of that gaze.
"Ho ho ho. This is a lovely caution stick. But what have you done, young man?"
I looked back late and was surprised.
Good old man.
... No, there was the most elusive old man I've ever known who just seemed that way.
"... the king"
"Ex, bye. Either way, you can imitate Arthur and call him 'Mr. Ji', ho ho ho ho."
Ulysses Ernest.
An old man, who still continues to support the Kingdom of Trot only with its presence, stood in the corner of the market with a few swordsaints.
"Hey, why..."
"I don't know if I'm going to stop by a lot of trots. My first grandson was born before this. Renfangas sent me a big celebration, so I need the king to go and pay his own respects. But when he walks in and out of Renfangas, Celesta doesn't look familiar. See, instead, this old bone is the first trip out of the country in decades."
The beautiful armored sword saints who solidify themselves laugh couscous at the words of their old predecessors.
When I thought there was one bitter-faced man, I was a Grants Hundred.
"That's what I'd like you to do without me. College lectures are now nearly half-term off."
"I'll let you serve as a replacement for me, cow."
"Even the dean is not preferable to leave my lectures to others. In the first place, a view of history is something that educators should talk about responsibly and consistently, and it is also important for students to have their own perspective…"
"I can't help but lecture you. But I don't know why, because Kensei has a lot of idiots who throw round at others to think. I really need someone who can think for himself like that."
"My lord, please don't let our weaknesses fall apart in front of too many civilians."
"Don't be a man who can't argue with being called an idiot like Lord Gold, Randall. Because Dr. Grants is following me."
"Ha ha... or you don't argue with anyone but Lord Gold..."
"I don't want to be put up with Dr. Grants."
There is a soothing laugh, but this group of 10 or so is more than just one lined fort.
Or maybe I can stand up to Lyla and Mr. Deane face to face without changing their complexion.
"Well, now, that pretty queen is welcoming me, too. I'm going to let you stretch your wings just a little bit... but let's keep that in mind. Is something wrong? I don't care if my hands go around behind my back."
A forefather who looks me in the eye with a little seriousness.
I'll meet Tess in the face. Maia won't be able to give a helpful opinion in this kind of phase.
… whether we should tell them about the liner.
Think about it.
Make eye contact with Tess and snort.
"Karlwyn's" The Brave "… The second one, apparently secretly boarding Rennest, has a story to tell."
"Wow. I thought you were sneaking in. How to read, Grants"
"It's not even a title you can call yourself. The source must be the first. So if you're on guard, let's just say Carlwin isn't a single rock."
... What, how come all the smart people read so much in an instant?
"Sealed kingdom of wonder, signs of internal division… it's like an adventure novel, Grants"
"It's not a rare story, though. How do you feel?"
"I don't care, I'm a payback envoy and I'm a tourist. But Arthur would have loved such a vulgar story."
"Forgive me. My stomach won't hold, such as taking my predecessor on a journey to Kensei"
"Ho, ho, ho."
The Predecessor laughs delightfully, and the Grants Hundred holds his stomach from the top of his armor in a heartfelt manner.
We had no choice but to be confused as soon as we could.
(cont 'd)
In the meantime, the story came together because there is no use going any further in depth when it comes to the brave liner Excelisa."I don't care, either. It would be reasonable to assume that Sieg Becker was too much of a chase to get hit, especially than we don't know each other. As a precaution during this stay of the Deane squad, turn the handrail black arm around. That said, I guess I won't be able to stay that long.""I will withdraw the package as soon as I receive it""Okay. Let us gather supplies for this mansion as soon as possible."Sir Buster nodded and left."Becker, you and Kingfisher both mean polka as soon as you've picked up your stuff... okay? Secret Service Chief Becker is magically asleep, so it's a confirmation against General Kingfisher.And General Kingfisher didn't seem to be very familiar with the trot."What's a polka?""I... and Ko... Ro.""No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no"That wouldn't be a laughable situation. Mr. Kingfisher, are you really going to rest six months until your wings heal? I'm ordering you to return to your country. "Kuh!? Oh, he's in trouble! General Kingfisher panicked. Well, if I think about it normally, I think it's an injury that will be intensively treated with Celesta if it's enough to allow me to relax and cure it until it's healed in a foreign country.Masterknight is in a position to be treated like that."If you just get hurt there, you'll be healed in a week or so.""Again, no. The most fallen wings are supposed to heal in a week, Itete.""I think so, don't I? But Andy there is also reverting to the fact that you cut off your foot last fall feeling almost completely incurable. You know, Becker, you and your initial response worked, and I think it's usually going to heal quickly.""... it stinks."A long time, General. Well, you usually think so, don't you? I probably wouldn't believe it if I wasn't a native, too."Ho. Then you can just take Becker. I don't know if I need to go out with this bald bird."Lyla keeps a light eye out. but Mr. Hilda put his finger up and signed "shut up".It would be about Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane who can be strong in this way on Lyla."Deane, you can bring him in and convince him, though. It's not an easy cure to cheat. But even you're old, so you wouldn't be able to retire for that long, would you, short-lived species? ... That's over forty, isn't it, General Bird?Anyway, as a commander, as a combatant, I'm generally not old enough to retire anymore.If you're a short-lived species, it's time for a rattle at once. If I was on long-term care, the dullness would overlap with decay and I couldn't take it back.Are you worried about that?"Kuh...... I don't really want to talk about my age, Mon.""You don't want to, which means you understand it's a serious story.""... of course."reluctantly, General Kingfisher nods."Ho. I'll take care of Hilda."Lyla shrugs her shoulders.Mr. Hilda sighs."The doctor shouldn't pull in a wheelchair because he's other human resources. At least not while I haven't been told how risky it is not to take a hand.... If you live long enough, you'll accumulate regrets like that.""It's an old man's story.""Ugh.... Lar Ehler? Don't stick around too much.""Ho ho ho"Lyla then fled.Tess looks a little dazzled at Mr. Hilda like that."... you're really sweet, aren't you, Dr. Hilda?""Sort of.""Maybe that guy sees a lot more spicy and disgusting than I or your husband can imagine. Even when you're acting bright, there's no way that those smart people can ignore their failures, their frustrations, and the negative side of people... they can't forget. And I think it's amazing how much I love people's lives and their lives and take them seriously.""... oh"If you ask me, yes.A doctor must continue to deal with stupid and unscrupulous patients at times.Much more pronounced than Special Agent Becker's hundred earlier, some patients will feel confused about their deaths.Add to that what you should have done to your patients sometimes, what you wanted or couldn't do, and what you thought was good or rejected like General Kingfisher right now. Build up a lot of regret and starvation.Even human doctors who keep doing that for decades are amazing, but Mr. Hilda is hundreds of years old.Bright enough on top of that, I can think and talk about the patient.He's a runaway man, but I don't doubt his kindness.As with "Deane, the god of war," maybe he's the one to be called the unsung great man.It's still early in the morning, and your merchants are not in motion.It would be a common sense measure if I told them to collect it early but by noon.I decided to go out on my last shopping trip before I left, with Tess and Maia."If you carry supplies to the fort, it's polka as it is, right? "I guess so. Find a souvenir for once. Maybe the cats and non-combatant elves won't come this way, so even a little trinket would be rare and interesting""I, Master Andy, would rather have something made..."Souvenirs are a different kind of courtesy.The three of us look around the morning market.Inside, I was freaking out if Reiner Excelisa was going to show up from somewhere, but all he's done so far is make contact with Naia and intercept Special Agent Becker 100.I've never been aggressively after this one, and so far, I don't have a reason to be after me in the first place.I have to say I don't really care.I can only understand a little how people feel when they become unusually alert to Dragon Palace after the Fire Dragon War. You're scared, saying you have someone who's super strong but doesn't know how to behave.... By the end of that shopping, there are signs of me approaching from behind, and suddenly Tess and Maia are on alert."Who!? "Dear Andy, step back"Sisters admiring their older, separated brothers, from a soothing atmosphere like that, the two of them put out their swords and tulars each in an instant, leaving only the hemp bag in their hands on the spot.And you were ahead of that gaze."Ho ho ho. This is a lovely caution stick. But what have you done, young man?"I looked back late and was surprised.Good old man.... No, there was the most elusive old man I've ever known who just seemed that way."... the king""Ex, bye. Either way, you can imitate Arthur and call him 'Mr. Ji', ho ho ho ho."Ulysses Ernest.An old man, who still continues to support the Kingdom of Trot only with its presence, stood in the corner of the market with a few swordsaints."Hey, why...""I don't know if I'm going to stop by a lot of trots. My first grandson was born before this. Renfangas sent me a big celebration, so I need the king to go and pay his own respects. But when he walks in and out of Renfangas, Celesta doesn't look familiar. See, instead, this old bone is the first trip out of the country in decades."The beautiful armored sword saints who solidify themselves laugh couscous at the words of their old predecessors.When I thought there was one bitter-faced man, I was a Grants Hundred."That's what I'd like you to do without me. College lectures are now nearly half-term off.""I'll let you serve as a replacement for me, cow.""Even the dean is not preferable to leave my lectures to others. In the first place, a view of history is something that educators should talk about responsibly and consistently, and it is also important for students to have their own perspective""I can't help but lecture you. But I don't know why, because Kensei has a lot of idiots who throw round at others to think. I really need someone who can think for himself like that.""My lord, please don't let our weaknesses fall apart in front of too many civilians.""Don't be a man who can't argue with being called an idiot like Lord Gold, Randall. Because Dr. Grants is following me.""Ha ha... or you don't argue with anyone but Lord Gold...""I don't want to be put up with Dr. Grants."There is a soothing laugh, but this group of 10 or so is more than just one lined fort.Or maybe I can stand up to Lyla and Mr. Deane face to face without changing their complexion."Well, now, that pretty queen is welcoming me, too. I'm going to let you stretch your wings just a little bit... but let's keep that in mind. Is something wrong? I don't care if my hands go around behind my back."A forefather who looks me in the eye with a little seriousness.I'll meet Tess in the face. Maia won't be able to give a helpful opinion in this kind of phase. whether we should tell them about the liner.Think about it.Make eye contact with Tess and snort."Karlwyn's" The Brave " The second one, apparently secretly boarding Rennest, has a story to tell.""Wow. I thought you were sneaking in. How to read, Grants""It's not even a title you can call yourself. The source must be the first. So if you're on guard, let's just say Carlwin isn't a single rock."... What, how come all the smart people read so much in an instant?"Sealed kingdom of wonder, signs of internal division it's like an adventure novel, Grants""It's not a rare story, though. How do you feel?""I don't care, I'm a payback envoy and I'm a tourist. But Arthur would have loved such a vulgar story.""Forgive me. My stomach won't hold, such as taking my predecessor on a journey to Kensei""Ho, ho, ho."The Predecessor laughs delightfully, and the Grants Hundred holds his stomach from the top of his armor in a heartfelt manner.We had no choice but to be confused as soon as we could.cont 'd
